User blog comment:Corbus/Castra Praetoria/@comment-4677325-20111221155615

Darskel waits a few minutes before banging on the village door harder, hoping that the guards haven't fallen asleep. He slumps into a sitting position on the village wall. He gnaws on the stem of a plant he hasn't eaten yet, hoping he does not die before the gates open to see who's there.